Some great big long time ago, the scheduler at the bike school scheduled me for a huge bunch of lessons all at once—I had about three weeks of lessons on the fragile little slip of paper they’d given me. So I figured that that was the end of the lessons and that the final “lesson” would be the examination, and if I did okay on that, I’d be free to go and get the license.
Of course, things never work out like that for real. That’s okay, for Saturday’s lesson, the instructor (Mr. Dressup again!) took the two of us—a young kid and me—out on the ladder, which is something that doesn’t even happen on the futsuu test. Cool!
The first time through, he had us drive over at slightly-slower- than-normal speeds while standing up on the pegs (not all the way up, because the point of standing is to let you use your knees as shock absorbers—ProTip!).
Once we got the hang of just going over the bumps, he had us go over as slow as possible. Ipponbashi speeds. So I was going over v-e-r-y slowly, and the kid went over a bit too slowly and toppled over sideways with an undignified bump. Oops.
Fortunately everyone wears full body armor, so no damage was done. As soon as he got the bike righted, he went on his way and we went around for another lap. That time I stalled my bike—I was going a little bit TOO slowly. The kid, on the other hand, got shouted at to GO SLOWER! NO, SLOWER THAN THAT!
Eventually we both got the hang of it, and so the instructor took us out on a narrow bit of road (pausing to move a car out of the way) to do some tight U-turns. The trick with doing really tight turns at low speed is apparently to, when turning, lean in the opposite direction that the bike is leaning, so as to take better advantage of how bikes turn more sharply when leaning over.
Neither of us quite got the hang of it, but at least I didn’t plant my bike in the bushes like the kid did (oops).
The second hour was simply going on the test courses to make sure that we’d be prepared for the actual test. There are two courses, labeled A and B. The A course is simply the instructional course with the slalom and the figure-8 switched for no adequately- explainable reason. The B course is dramatically different.
After staring at the map for a while, we took off and started doing the courses. The first time round I managed to get completely confused on the A course, and finished the slalom going “Duh….what next?” The hill start, of course.
The instructor was out with a stopwatch to check out the timed elements—he timed my slalom at a healthy 7.5 seconds (phew!), and my balance beam at 15 seconds, to which he explained that it’d be okay if I were to go a little faster on the balance beam (heh). So my next balance beam came in at 7.0 seconds.
The third time I did it, though, the neighboring police academy’s kogata students were all watching and one of them had a stopwatch on him. So I decided to give them a little show, and went over it as slow as I possibly could. 25 seconds later, the police academy students were looking amazed, and the instructor was glaring at me. That was the last balance beam I got to do, because of time constraints, but at the summing-up at the end of the class, the instructor told me to do the balance beam at a normal speed, because pissing off the tester by showing off is never a good idea.
Okay, I admit it, I was showing off.
Then he told us that since we both seemed okay on the course (“although, Mr. Brown, if you could do the balance beam faster…”), we could book the exam.
I said “I’m still not even vaguely confident that I can do the B course though.”
“Well, it’s probably,” he said, tapping the side of his nose meaningfully, “probably going to be the A course.” And we went to book the test.
The next morning, as it turned out.
At 8:30am.
Naturally, I went out with my buddy and had a few beers, because the very best condition to take your motorcycle test in is sleep-deprived and hung-over.
The next day, a gang of five of us showed up. Four out of five of us knew each other already, and the last guy was way too cool to talk to anyone else. Everyone pulled numbers out of a hat, and the tester turned out to be just one of the instructors.
I was fully expecting him to go and climb up into the watchtower so that he could judge us from there, but he did something far more nerve-wracking: he hopped into a car and trailed around behind the bike. I was #3, so I got to watch two other guys go around ahead of me: Mr. Cool, and an incredibly timid guy who I may have mentioned before. I also got to witness one of the Kogata Kops™ (who were also testing) wipe out awesomely on the figure-8.
So then I went out, with two young kids in line behind me (one, the kid from the previous day). I did the usual pre-mounting check, hopped up onto the bike, turned the ignition on, tried to start the engine, and then realized that I’d forgotten to put up the kick stand. Which of course put me in a perfect frame of mind for the rest of the test, so I took off going too fast, changed lanes for the right turn too late, and stopped too sharply at the stop sign, putting down my right foot when the bike nearly fell over.
A happy camper, I was not.
Somehow I managed to avoid doing any insta-fail things like falling off the balance beam or knocking over any pylons, so the tester just kept on trailing along behind me. My blood pressure was nicely raised by a car driver who froze up for nearly a minute right in front of me when I was supposed to be driving around the obstacle, so by the time I finished the test I was in a vile mood, because I knew I’d failed it. The only consolation was that the car driver had also failed.
Well, the tester after the test gave me some brief, vague advice, and told me to go back to the class and wait.
After everyone finished their test, comparing blood pressures, the tester came back and informed us that we’d learn if we passed or failed at 11:30. It was 10:30 at this point, so the two young kids and I wandered over to the study room to sit around and chat while we waited.
After talking for an hour or so (I discovered maps of the Shutoko! Very handy. Also, one of the young guys is a university student who, after accumulating four 50cc bikes, finally decided to stump up for training for a proper license and a real bike), we trooped over into a different classroom and took our seats. Along with about 25 other people, which slightly confused us—we were wondering if it was the police academy (nope, no uniforms) or other kogatas (nope, it was just police). Then we realized that while there was only one bike on the course at a time, there were generally three or four cars, which explained the greater numbers.
Also, the car candidates were all sitting in stock silence, and the bike candidates were chatting amongst one another. An interesting difference that.
The instructor called on a couple of the car drivers, saying, “and bring your stuff with you too.” After talking to them briefly outside and sending them on their way, he came back into the classroom. “Alright, everyone who’s still in this room right now successfully passed your driving test. Congratulations!” And with that he handed out forms to fill in in case any of our details had changed, and a survey (“Why did you come here?” “Because it’s close.” kind of thing, although I was a little startled by the question about sexual harassment.)
The instructor told us to be back in an hour, once all the graduation certificates and forms for Konosu were ready. And we all went for lunch, a HUGE weight off our shoulders.
After that, there’s not much left to say. They gave me a graduation certificate, all the forms I’d need to hand in at the Konosu driver’s license center already filled in, everything already in place except the tax stamps. They briefed us on what to expect at Konosu and how much money to bring to cover the various fees. And the next day, I took a day off work, went to the license center, and got my shiny new motorcycle license, good for any 2-wheeled vehicle up to 400cc. |